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No words coming forth.....
One can only ask why. I mean, in some third world country I can understand. But Monaco...
I mean, did you just forget
I was only going round the corner to take a photo on the start/finish straight. Little did I know that they were lying in wait for me. Darn it !
To be fair the bloke was extremely nice to my Mrs who was after all, blameless and I had no-one to blame but myself. Him being a copper first and biker second, once he'd been paid for my reckless and frankly downright dangerous behaviour, he asked us where were we heading now?
Italy - Mugello.
He then went onto give us directions which would enable us to take the coastal route - "it is nice to ride by the sea, yes."
We then stopped 300 yards up the road for
the most expensive petrol in the world, as I was running on fumes, sorry fear: at which point I dropped my 6-week old Shoei X-Spirit 2 and watched it bounce down the forecourt, in abject horror.
The coast road was also ram packed with mental Italian's and we had to bail onto the Toll road or we probably still would have been there yet, or dead, or both?
No breathalyzer or any such rudeness, just a document check, although he had no clue what a V5 is? Takes speshul skills to know a good one of them from a stick of garlic, ken.
P.S. My long suffering wife paid the 22.50 euro fine as I'd blown all my cash in harbour restaurant. Very sorry about this dear, natch...
We did eventually arrive at Mugello at 1am on the Friday morning. But that's another story.
Cheers. TB.